We spent the Labor Day weekend visiting a foreign country – Missoula. The number of bicycles and bicycle lanes was surprising; astounding was seeing the police vigorously ticketing a bicyclist who did not follow the rules of the road for bicycles (Missoula bicycle rules are very specific).
Part of the foreignness of Missoula was never encountering a beggar while mixing with the crowd downtown. The strongest alien feeling came when we drove around various sections of the city. In many ways it felt like Spokane, with areas of small bungalows or Victorians or large developments. But we never once encountered a pothole or a rough, badly patched street. A foreign country indeed.